We got three pastries as we were leaving the restaurant. I pulled down an airtight container to store them in.
Me: Which pastry do you want for dessert tonight?
Austin: I don’t want any of them. I just bought them to package up and torture you.
Me: You don’t need pastries to torture me.
Austin: But pastry temptations are a special kind of torture.
Me: Shut up while you’re still funny.
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